Walking among mortals

[Hermur]

Ismael looks pleased; he had travel all the way from fort Phazzan to the mighty city of Caer. There he had easily hide himself from lesser beings when wandering the streets. His recent encounter with a Necromancer had been fruitful and now shall continue search of his lost power.

Suddenly he stops, a silent message is sent by his master.
The one being that had successfully bound the will of Baalzamons son, Ismael.

He nods slowly and walks to the dark corners of the city’s to obey his master wish.

[Skin & Bones]

Alaina teleports back to Ravenswatch following her rendezvous. She had studied the petrified demons in the academy under the watchful gaze of the sorceress Naralia but she never dreamed to be so close to a living specimen... to run her fingers down the beautiful scales of its immortal form. She tingles with the excitement that no mortal man could ever hope to instil in her, a slight skip in her step that would seem uncharacteristic to those who have seen her stroll through the city before.

She makes her way down the winding hill from the fountain containing the familiar portal stone, almost knocking over several students as she briskly moves through the crowds. She barges through the doors to the academy and halts to once again take in the sight of the two petrified demons. She shivers with goosebumps in this place, the two godlike forms before her and the crackling of ether as students practice their pathetic grasp of the arcane.

She takes in a deep breath, savoring the smell of this place... the musty tomes, magic in the air... the scent of knowledge and power. She quickly turns to the many volumes of rare and peculiar tomes to begin her search...

[Hermur]

Several days later Ismael emerges once again in the city of Caer. He walks silently and out of sync of lesser beings. Now he can when the cainite affairs is done he can once again concentrate on more personal matters.

Ismael enters Library that is almost empty except for the Librarian that is seems unaware of his presence. In the room he sense a familiar magic, Hyel Loremaster. Yes there it is, behind a locked door. He decides not to intervene with the archmage plans and descend to the lower levels of the vast complex.

[Skin & Bones]

"JiLyn..." she mutters flipping through a particularly old and musty tome. She slams the book closed with a thunderous sound which echoes through the halls of the academy. "This is useless!" Her cry of frustration draws even more unwanted attention than her rough handling of the books. The resulting hushing sounds and glares from the other wizards only infuriate her further.

She clearly hasn't slept in days and is growing more irritable by the moment. There's only one place she can go to seek the clarity of mind she needs to pursue her search further. She speaks the words of power to conjure a greater teleport spell once again and disappears from the academy...

[Hermur]

Strange Ismael thinks when a horde of small goblin like beings rooms the corridors of the inner Library. They were to insignificant for Ismael to taking seriously but they seemed to have scared of all visitors.

That pleased Ismael, One man's loss is another man's gain he thought. Now he could without interference from sneaky magicans and their likes take his time to read and find information about the Jy-Lin.

Several hours later his frustration grows. One critters dies abruptly in silence when the frustration becomes an outburst.

-Is there any way to get their attention? What should I do to find my mother’s people.

He silently growls.